Immortal Technique: the profile of a wanted man
Persecuted everywhere by the Blue Klux Clan
Cops don’t stop in searches cause they think we a threat
They makin' money for the prison industrial complex
Extorting hookers for sex and then arresting them
And murdering people of color instead of protecting them
You killed Patrick Dorismond and then disrespected him
Now most cops will disagree with the shit that I spit
But i got 41 reasons to tell you to suck a dick
You mobile facsimile of living fecal matter
You're a walkin' piece of shit, you deserve to be splattered
Faggots with nightsticks giving brothers an enema
Cause they're racist like classical Hollywood cinema
Systematically chasin' our people and abusing 'em
Like Romans genociding Jews in New Jerusalem
Guns don’t look like wallets, how the fuck we confusin' 'em’?
We losing 'em, everyday, and it's gettin' me pissed
They barely admit that racial profilin' exists
But politicians still condemn it, sounding hypocritical
Innocent victims getting statistically typical
I resist arrest; I don’t wanna be taken alive
I’d rather die standing than live kneeling, broken inside
A cop stopped me once, and cocked a loaded gun in my grill
And that’s the reason that I have no fear of being killed

The violence in me reflect the violence that surround me
That's why police get stabbed and shot
The violence in me reflect the violence that surround me
That's why police get stabbed and shot
The violence in me reflect the violence that surround me
That's why police get stabbed and shot
The violence in me reflect the violence that surround me
That's why police get stabbed and shot

Some pieces of life are really hard to swallow
Nowadays I hit you with a harder tip that's hollow
No justice, no peace like Diallo; I'm-a do
What I gotta do to stand my ground
Hold my peeps, frozen in these ice-cold streets
Which only get hot when cops is on blocks with heat
With little or no conscience, yappin y'all nonsense
Need to fear God instead of havin' his complex
Police patrol, herd the cattle and tame
Sad and sick of seein' certain individuals slain
Like my man Lawrence got bucked at point blank range
By a coward-ass cop, splattered part of his brain
Not knowing in seconds he causin' infinite pain
It's you, your wack crew, for them set up our blame
Playing judge, jury, executioner, shackled and cage
Tell me how you live your life everyday with no shame?
You're only paid to do your job so what else do you gain?
I fight the power to the last drip of blood in my vein
Bitch, half-witted, flat-footed, son of a swine
With your fellow faggs in yellow caps comin for mine
Go 'head eat your doughnuts and walk your wack beat
I stay away from most beefin and the other white meat
But if shit hits the fan I resort to true action
How about we play a game
I throw slugs and you catch em

The violence in me reflect the violence that surround me
That's why police get stabbed and shot
The violence in me reflect the violence that surround me
That's why police get stabbed and shot
The violence in me reflect the violence that surround me
That's why police get stabbed and shot
The violence in me reflect the violence that surround me
That's why police get stabbed and shot


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